The path without you is
rocky and bent
full of bumps and smoothness
yearnings and acceptance
light and darkness
bends and twists
remembrance and longings
it is the path I must walk today
in never ending discovery
fresh pains each new day
at night as I lay sleeping
you visit and fuel the next day’s walk
answering the questions my heart yearns to know
joy and sorrow co-existing
the flower flourishes next to the dry, cracked soil
the grass grows even as the tree roots rot
I make the path by walking
I make the path by walking
I make the path by walking
photo credit: Vanesa Simon, White Clay Creek State Park
